Warnings:
Some torture
Some language
Y/N= your name
Y/E/C=your eye color
I just wanted to say that this is my first story and this idea came out of the middle of nowhere while I was watching supernatural, the Asylum episode, and I couldn't get it out of my head do I decided to make it into this...I really hope y'all enjoy. ^.^
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You are a twenty year old student, attending Denver University. You were getting ready to watch something pointless on TV when two agents came knocking on your door to ask you some questions. One of the agents was slightly older and very attractive, he had sparkling green eyes and beautiful pink lips. The other agent was younger, maybe by a few years, he was very tall and had the most charming smile. The questions they asked always ended in the younger agent, Rockwell, muttering something in Latin, Christus. Every time he said it you flinched. Why were you flinching at that? Towards the end of the many weird and out of place questions the older agent, Johnson, asked for a glass of water. As you stood up you looked to agent Rockwell and asked him if he would also like a glass of water, he said yes. When you made it to your kitchen you could hear them whispering about something. Then agent Rockwell strided into the kitchen with a gun in hand. You backed up until you hit the sink and caused a glass to fall to the floor and shatter. Rockwell made his way to you, he held his gun slightly above your head and told you to follow him quietly, that's just what you did. You sat in the back of their Impala 1967, Chevy. Your dad was a motor head and he would have bowed down to the car that you were being forced into. Once seated in the back Johnson's fist came at you and hit your lower jaw. You felt pain for a millisecond and then everything went black.
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"Wake up, you son of a bitch", agent Johnson grimaced as he threw freezing cold water into your face. You jolted upwards as the water connected to your body and looked around. You were in a large building, a warehouse maybe. You looked to the men in front of you they were no longer in suites and looked more dangerous than a loaded cannon.
"Wh-Where am I?", you began shivering due to the cold water seeping through your sweater.
"Not important", the younger man said.
"y/n, right?" You nodded your head slightly. He began to walked around you. Checking the rope that tied your hands to a chair. Below you was a large red circle with weird symbols in and around the circle.
"Why don't you tell us where Azazel is?'
"Who?"
"Don't play dumb!", screamed the older man.
"I-i'm not, who are you guys, where am I?" you began to break down as reality set in. These men were going to kill you. You looked up right as the younger man threw water with a rosary in it at your face. You screamed. The water was burning your skin to the bone. Your eyes widened when you looked down just in time to watch all your skin slowly begin to heal. You started to think of reasons why this might be happening to you. None of them seemed plausible. What the hell was happening to you! The older man began to laugh and clap his hands.
"Nice performance, you really had us going there for a second, you play an innocent human well." The younger man looked at the other man with saddened eyes.
"I'm going to grab dinner, don't kill her yet Dean." Dean, at least you knew his name. You looked at Dean with your best puppy dog eyes, hoping to gain some sympathy.
"What?' He asked rolling his eyes when he realized your expression.
"I don't know what I did, but can't we just talk about this?" Dean scoffed.
"You want me to have a conversation with a demon?"
"What did you just call me?', you began to remember every sermon your dad forced you to listen to as a kid.
"A demon, straight from hell," He smirked as he dipped a knife in the water that just burnt most of your skin off. But, then it healed. What was going on? Before you could even begin to process anything Dean jabbed the knife in your side as you screamed out in pain feeling warm liquid seep into your clothes and shoes.
"Where is he!" Deans face was right in front of yours, you could feel his breath on you nose.
"What are you talking ab-', everything went black. Like someone flipped a switch inside of you to auto pilot. You heard your voice come out of your mouth but it wasn't your words.
"Leave her alone", I spit out. Dean watched as your eyes went from y/e/c to black in a single blink.
"There you are, I knew you would cut that human crap soon enough." Dean walked back to the water and dipped the knife in.
"Please, I will tell you anything but leave y/n alone.", your mouth moved again but you had no control over anything. It felt like you were watching the scene from a screen buried deep in your mind somewhere.
"What do you mean, "leave her alone", you're a demon you belong in hell." He stabbed you again in the leg. Another blood curdling scream rang through the large building. He twisted the blade inside your leg and you began to cry. Dean looked up and was surprised to see tears spilling out of your eyes.
"Please, he is going to be in a ghost town somewhere, I don't know exactly where, I swear!", Dean's face hardened.
"BS!", he plugged the steel back into your previous wound. Your screams didn't make Dean flinch at all, in fact they made the corners of his mouth turn up and he was calling you a demon.
"Dean!", the younger man called with a bag of food in his hands.
"Sam, thank god, what did you get?" Dean asked making his way to the bag.
"Tacos" Sam glanced over at me and looked away as if I was a crushed spider on the floor. Sam and Dean walked over to a nearby table and began to eat.
"Did she say anything?"
"Azazel is going to be at a ghost time sometime soon."
"Did she say anything more specific?"
"No, but it was weird she kept asking me not to hurt her meat suit."
"Hm, i'm going to go talk to her, stay here." Sam walked over to me with his hands in his pockets. He pulled up a chair, flipped it around, and sat down.
"Please I told you everything I know. Let us go." Someones elses words barely made it out of your mouth.
"Us?" Sam asked raising one of his eyebrows slightly.
"Yes, y/n, she's been through to much."
"Are you telling me you actually care for who you're wearing?"
"Yes, when I crawled out of hell I found her, Broken and shattered. I saw myself in her, since then I made it my priority to protect her. She didn't even know I was here, till now."
"Wait, she doesnt know shes possessed?" Sam looked over his shoulder to have Dean, who heard everything, to come sit over by you two.
"Nope, I possessed her when she was 16, after her parents died in an accident."
"Can we talk to y/n?" You looked up and sent daggers at the boys with your eyes.
"If you say or do anything to hurt her, I will never forgive you"
Dean scoffed, "We don't need forgiveness from a demon."
"You might someday." you replied as you flipped a switch and turned off auto pilot. Suddenly you could feel all the pain from before and screamed. Sam and Dean backed away as your eyes went from black to y/e/c. Sam bent down to your level.
"Hi y/n." You looked down as tears streamed down your face once more. You heard everything. You were possessed by a demon from hell. You are a monster.
~No, your not, I am. The demon in side your head began to speak. I'm so sorry I never reveled that I was here the whole time. It's just, I found you and was immediately interested. I promise I will and never have hurt you. If you want me to leave I will.~
You could feel something swirl inside you and you realized the demon was going to leave you.
"NO!" you screamed not wanting the demon to leave, the demon had been part of you for so long. You didn't want to feel empty again. The swirling inside stopped and you felt the demon settle in once more.
"What! What's happening?" Sam began to panic. You noticed his panic and explained to them what had been explained to you. After you explained Sam pulled Dean into another room and they talked in hushed tones.
"I think we should let her go" Sam began.
"Sammy, do you hear yourself? She's a freaking demon"
"Yeah I know that but I don't think she is going to hurt anyone."
"How do you know that? Huh?"
"Dean, she seems safe, she hasn't hurt anyone in the four years she's been possessed and knows little about what's going on right now." Sam looked at Dean with his puppy eyes.
"Fine." Dean said dragging his hand across his mouth. "But if she hurts anyone yo-"
"Yeah, yeah, I know you will beat me to a pulp." The boys left their quiet meeting and began to untie you.
"Thank you so much." You pulled the boys into a hug and smiled at them widely.
"Well, let's get you home." Dean Half smiled still not entirely sure this was the right thing to do. When they dropped you off at home you took a shower enjoying the new company.
'Okay so what's your name?" You asked out loud as your eyes turned black when you blinked.
"Esther." Your eyes turned y/e/c again. Your conversation continued on with the constant back and forth switching until you began to feel ill.
"Is there a way we can stop the switching? Its making me feel sick." Your eyes turned black once more.
"Yes, I could converge our souls, but it will take awhile." You thought about what this could mean for you and decided it couldn't get any worse then being possessed for four years. Your black eyes vanished.
"Okay." And less than a month later you and Esther had converged to a human-demon type hybrid.
To be continued...If y'all want :3
